2
The little secrets, and is grown
Sullen and wise, will have its will,
And, like old hawks, pursues that still
That makes least sport, flies only where 't can kill.10
3
Will think perchance the pain's the glory,
And mannerly sit out love's feast:
I shall be carving of the best,
Rudely call for the last course 'fore the rest.15
4
How short a time the feast doth last!
Men rise away, and scarce say grace,
Or civilly once thank the face
That did invite, but seek another place.20
UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN
Dialogue
T. C.J. S.
Thom.
And flowers, as if they had desir'd
No other sun, start from their beds,
And for a sight steal out their heads?
Heard'st thou not musick when she talk'd?5
And didst not find that, as she walk'd
She threw rare perfumes all about,
Such as bean-blossoms newly out,
Or chafed spices give ?
J. S.
I did not smell; nor found that from
Her passing by ought sprung up new:
The flowers had all their birth from you;